There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
A soldier's memories of home and loved ones, Kept alive through letters sent from home. A lifeline in times of loneliness,
By Ibrahim Sani M3 years ago in Poets
I have a date with today’s date everythin’ goes so smoothly as if it were first love freshly spreadin’ its wings wide
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
you lead a lush life lashing out at me in your Jaguar my voice muffled by all of your kind I’m out I can’t contain it any longer
I log onto social media, and a fright I get, Yet another impersonator, being a little git! So, I ask "Who are you?" He says I'm David Famous.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Poets
An old wooden table with six majestic chairs, Made of black wattle timber with an outstanding grain, The seat cushions padded in green tartan,
By Colleen Millsteed 3 years ago in Poets
When the morning came... I passed mustered my pity from my face... I sought out your tenderness, but there wasn't a trace...
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)3 years ago in Poets
Watching the sky has always been so peaceful. Very Therapeutic to my entire soul and mind. First— A beautiful sunny day in the bright blue sky.
By Meghan LeVaughn 3 years ago in Poets
A humble literary seed am I Planted within a beautiful garden tilled with words Filled with a treasure trove of wonderful resplendent phrases
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Poets
And at the end of time, her beauty was released upon us mere mortals. Her hair was knowledge omniscient, and her eyes passion transcendent,
By Matthew J. Fromm3 years ago in Poets
The forest welcomed- Stepping between giants, Fingers grazing bark A ledger of another day A step back in time To a day when spirits
By Katrina Thornley3 years ago in Poets
I dreamed you dead, Twice, Though the first time I knew it wasn’t true. Aching and stressful, yes, But a dream through and through.
By Katherine Eadie 3 years ago in Poets
Anxiety is like a kettle boiling Rushing, running, shouting, toiling Over the edge with every plight Of wrong, of flaw, and fright.
By Laura Lann3 years ago in Poets
